Cardan
Her eyes narrow into thin slits.
Filling with so much bitterness and hurt in a single second.
“Didn’t you?” She repeats, her voice fueled by coal and venom.
I hold my hands up, and she backs away from me like she hates the idea of me touching her. “I can explain.”
She scoffs, her eyes widening. She’s taken what I said just now as a confirmation, and she turns away from me, pressing both hands to her head like she’s battling a massive migraine.
“Fiona, it’s not what you think,” I step toward her.
“Don’t!” She barks, “Don’t you dare talk to me like I’m a child! Or treat me like an i***t! It’s not what I think it is? Could you be any less original? I can smell her! You’re covered in her filthy scent!”
“Calm down. Just let me explain.”
“What the hell are you going to explain?
